A/N: Wow, after not working on fanfiction in months, I whipped up two chapters for two different stories in one day. I'm on a roll. Well a few suspects are removed from the list in this chapter so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think about the chapter and who this mystery person might be!
Wendy Testaburger worked diligently on her homework in the school library during recess. There weren't many other students around so it was much easier to get work done.
The door to the library opened but she didn't look up. It was probably just the librarian coming back, and she was in the zone. She erased a mistake on her paper and corrected it.
Wendy furrowed her brow when she heard the seat next to her being pulled out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of red indicating that someone had sat down next to her.
She didn't let it disrupt her, though. She kept writing, but the person next to her cleared their throat. She frowned and her pencil froze. She didn't doubt who it was that was sitting next to her, and when she looked up, her fears were confirmed: Eric Cartman had decided to interrupt her work flow. She glared at him.
"What do you want?" Wendy asked angrily.
Cartman smiled at her knowingly. "I could ask you the same thing, Wendy," Cartman said.
Wendy set down her pencil and crossed her arms. "What are you on about, Cartman?"
Cartman peered down at her assignment. "Doing a little bit of writing, huh? Is that for the history essay?"
Wendy sighed. "Yes. Is that all? I'd like to get back to work if you don't mind."
Cartman nodded. "That's cool, that's cool. Well, I'm very flattered, Wendy, but we went down this road once before and it just didn't work out. I hope you don't take it too hard."
Wendy gaped at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
The librarian reprimanded Wendy with an irritated "sh." Wendy rolled her eyes in response.
Cartman leaned closer to Wendy, a cocky grin on his face. "That card you left in my locker, Wends."
Wendy laughed out loud, earning an angry look from the librarian. "Trust me, Eric, I'd never put a card in your locker. I hate you, remember?"
Cartman raised an eyebrow. "You didn't hate me when you kissed me once upon a time," he reminded her.
Wendy groaned. "Ugh, don't remind me. You're an arrogant, uncaring, sexist, racist, bigoted fat ass. I don't like you. I didn't leave a card in your locker. Now go away."
Cartman pulled an envelope out of his backpack. "Well, your handwriting says differently!" Cartman argued, holding the envelope up next to Wendy's essay. The handwriting didn't match up, leaving Cartman stumped. "Oh."
Wendy picked up her essay and put it in her backpack. "'Oh' is right, Cartman. I don't know who did put a card in your locker, but whoever it was is out of their minds. You're the last person that deserves to have someone on Valentine's Day," she snarled as she walked out of the library.
Cartman leaned back in his chair completely perplexed. He had been so sure that it was Wendy still harboring feelings for him, but after their encounter he couldn't think of where to start again.
Cartman entered the boys' bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't going to give up. He needed to know who left that card in his locker, he wouldn't rest until he found them and exposed them for the pussy that they were for leaving it anonymous.
Suddenly, Cartman realized that someone else was in the bathroom with him. He frowned at one of the stalls, where he could clearly hear someone crying.
"Why do I have to be such a dummy," he heard them mutter miserably.
Cartman walked over to the stall and pushed the door open. "…Butters?" Cartman questioned.
Butters jumped up off the toilet in surprise, and luckily his pants weren't down. Cartman stared at him questioningly.
"Oh, uh, I bet you're wondering why I'm crying," Butters said as he wiped his tears off of his cheeks.
"Honestly I don't give a crap," Cartman told him honestly. "Why didn't you put anything in my bag, asshole?"
Butters clasped his hands together and looked around nervously. "I, uh, well, I, um…"
"Well?" Cartman urged angrily.
"I had one written out…you know, because we're supposed to make one for everybody…" Butters began.
"Well what happened?" Cartman snapped.
"Craig told us not to."
Cartman balled his hands into fists. "That little butthole! Did he say why?"
Butters shrugged. "He said he wanted this Valentine's Day to be extra special for you."
Cartman smirked. "Oh really? Wow, Craig, huh? I never would've figured him…"
Butters frowned. "What?"
Cartman backed away and let the stall door swing shut. "Oh nothing, don't worry yourself over it. I have to go pay Craig a little visit. Have fun crying your eyes out, Butters, don't mind me," Cartman said smugly as he marched out of the bathroom.
"Token, I'm open!" Kyle called out as he ran ahead of Craig, arms outstretched. Token tossed him the ball and he caught it easily.
A sort distance away, Stan and Wendy sat together on the swings and talked, a small heart shaped box of chocolates in Wendy's hands.
"Touchdown!" Kyle exclaimed. Craig frowned and crossed his arms while Token and Kyle celebrated their score. Clyde rubbed at his eyes, trying not to cry over losing while Kenny just stood by and watched, not really caring either way.
A slow clap caught the attention of all of the football players on the playground. Kyle and Craig glared at Cartman, the source of the applause, while the others just stared at him in confusion.
"Nicely played, Kyle, nicely played," Cartman complimented. "Well Craig, I hope you're happy with yourself."
Craig stared. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, deadpan.
"Oh don't play dumb with me, Craig! Butters told me everything!" Cartman said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah?" Craig replied, stepping towards the fat boy. "Happy Valentine's Day, fat boy."
"I'm awfully flattered, Craig, but I'm sorry I don't feel the same way," Cartman said gently. He walked up to a bewildered Craig and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder with a sigh. "There are plenty of other boys out there like you I'm sure, just not me."
Craig shook off Cartman's hand and stepped back. "What the hell are you talking about?" Craig snarled.
"No, seriously, stop it. The game's over, I know it was you that left that card in my locker," Cartman accused him.
Kyle looked over at Craig, shocked. Craig looked back at him. "What?" Craig snapped. "You don't honestly believe him, do you?"
"No!" Kyle assured him.
"Good," Craig said, relieved, before turning his furious glare back on Cartman. "I don't know what Butters is on, but I would never try to do anything that made you happy."
Cartman looked around at everyone. His eyes found Kenny. "Kenny?" He asked. "Buddy, was it you?"
Kenny looked away.
Cartman frowned. "Fine then, you bunch of pricks! I'll find out who gave me that card, and then I'll expose you for the wuss that you are! You can't hide from me!"
Cartman ran back into the school.
Kyle and Craig glanced at each other again, and Token rolled his eyes.
"Come on, let's play again," Token said, and the playground activity resumed.
